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The One Where I Talk About My Garden

April 27, 2009 at 9:43 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged ,

apr27-0041Friday night, the Anderson Soiree in historic downtown. Twas great fun –beautiful weather, live music, happy people, and pulled pork & beer on the sidewalk. I really love living near downtown… told Bobby the other day that if we ever move, it’ll be no farther than one street over, on what’s known as Boulevard. He agreed. Of course, we’d have to win the lottery for that to happen, but whatever. I overheard this comment (said in a disparaging tone): “Well, Anderson will never be Greenville.” My response (in my head, not out loud): Yep, thus it’s charm. Yay for Anderson.

Have I mentioned that I love living here? Ok, just making sure :)

Saturday, the raised bed vs. ground-level garden debate continued. After much measuring, and sketching, and calculating, and googling, we decided to do one raised “test” bed, with the remainder at ground level. Headed to the store, where we stocked up on supplies. The great thing about raised bed gardening? It doesn’t matter what kind of soil you “naturally” have, because you can create the perfect combo. Some of you have mentioned that you might be interested in the details, so I’m gonna note them here (I figure it’ll be a nice reference for next year’s gardening attempt as well).

For a 8 ft x 4 ft x 1 ft bed, we bought:

  • 6pcs of 2×6x8 environmentally-friendly treated lumber
  • 1pc of 4×4x6 lumber
  • 12 40lb bags of el-cheapo top soil
  • 2 2-cu.ft. bags of peat moss
  • 3 40lb bags of Moo-Nure (yes, they sell cow poop & charge $3 per bag)
  • 2 50lb bags of sand (mixed in for improved drainage)

The finished bed looked like this… only took about an hour to make. Also mixed in some compost from grass clippings/leaves/etc. Final cost, including bed & soil = $100.

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Planted for the rest of the day:

  • 4 large tomatoes (2 Better Boys & 2 Big Boys… am doing a test to see what’s the difference)
  • 4 cherry tomatoes
  • 6 cucumbers (am gonna cage them this year so that they grow up instead of out)
  • 2 sweet banana peppers
  • 2 bell peppers
  • 3 zucchini
  • 2 watermelons
  • herbs — basil, mint, cilantro, & parsley. Plan to do chives also.

Also gonna do a row each of white & red potatoes, but I’m waiting for them to sprout eyes (you know those creepy little sprigs that grow out of taters after they’ve been sitting a while? Well, if you chop them up and plant them, they grow. Craziness.)

So ok, this concludes the one where I talk about my garden.

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I’m back!

February 24, 2009 at 7:51 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , ,

Sue said that she was gonna hurt me if I didn’t post, so here I am. Nothing big has been going on — I’ve actually just been living vicariously through the fabulous recent happenings with Holly, her hubby, & their newly arrived little Charlotte. I honestly haven’t seen such a beautiful newborn since our Maggie, and that’s saying a lot, cuz’ Mag’s pretty much perfect. :)

Maggie’s Recent Escapades
Speaking of Maggie, I haven’t talked about that little scamp in a while. She’s walking and talking and just generally causing a ruckus… I continually laugh at her. She’s just flippin’ hilarious — her facial expressions, her cognitive processes, her very strong opinions. magfeb24Like she’ll see my tennis shoes on the floor, tucked neatly under the coffee table, and she’ll determinedly pull them out and place them carefully & neatly on the top of table, side by side. Why? I don’t know. Or she’ll pull out a tupperware bowl and wear it on her head while marching around the kitchen doing “happy feet” (we watched the movie and she’s never been the same… she has now perfected the little penguin shuffle, and will do it on command). Or she’ll smash her face into the french door and rub snot circles on the glass while giggling manically. Or she’ll bang on my front door and yell “Bye-Bye!” very emphatically, indicating that she’s had enough of Aunt Sarah’s house and she’s ready to blow this joint.

Oh, and her newest trick. When annoyed with the person holding her, she strikes like a snake and tries to claw your face off while shrieking like a banshee. She’s lightening-fast… her little hand lashes out and your eyeball is toast before you even see it coming. She gets her leg popped for that, which hurts her feelings and makes me sad too, so we cry together… her over her injured feelings, me over my injured eyeball. Sigh, such is life with the Mag.

Maggie’s Perfectly Perfect Easter Togs
I made a thoroughly irresponsible financial decision this week and purchased an Easter outfit for Mag that’s simply perfect. I’ve found two websites for classic children’s clothes — you know, the kind with smocking and embroidery rather than Dora and Seseme Street. Not knocking Dora and Seseme Street – they’re fine for playclothes. But for special occasions, nothing works better than smocking (in my opinion, of course).

Favorite Website #1: Best Dressed Child
Oh my, so cute. Any website that has “Beach Portrait Clothing” as an entire category has my vote. Clothing is pricey, but perfect for a special occasion.

Favorite Website #2: Grammie’s Attic
This one is actually my top favorite, so probably should have been #1. It has new clothing, but also the originals… vintage pieces back to the 1920’s. Absolutely beautiful clothing, like what our parents and even grandparents might have worn as babies.

So now, back to Maggie’s Easter outfit… yeah, tell me this isn’t the most precious thing EVER. The description says that it’s 1950’s inspired. When I saw it on the Grammie’s Attic website, it felt immediately familiar… I wonder if I went through old pictures, if I’d find one of Mama as a little girl wearing something very similar:

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It’s 3-pc pink linen, with a coat to wear on her Easter egg hunt if it’s chilly and a bonnet. Love it… it shipped today and I can’t wait til it arrives!

And in non-Maggie related news:

Project Sunday Morning
Bobby and I went back to —- Baptist this past Sunday and I have a meeting scheduled with the pastor tomorrow. I think that the Facebook group I started a few weeks ago for the kids who grew up with me in The Church has really helped me put some demons to rest. I’ve begun realizing the voice in my head, the one that’s been there for years, just might be full of crap. Novel concept, huh? It really is terrifying how much influence can be brandished over children during the foundational early years, and how long it takes to get rid of those doctrines/thoughts/voices (if you ever do). This past Sunday, when the little voice started it’s malicious undermining, telling me that I was wasting my time, I told it to shut the hell up. And surprisingly, it did.

The little voice in my head has been pointing out that statistically speaking, it’s highly unlikely that the “perfect” church home is going to just happen to be right around the corner from our house… that by liking this church, I’m selling out to what’s most convenient rather than what’s “right.” But would it be totally beyond the scope of reason to think that God would put the right church directly in my path because He KNOWS that I’m not going to search very hard? I think it’s entirely possible. In this new place where I am — or where I’m at least TRYING to be — God loves me and wants to protect and help me, rather than judge and punish me. This new benevolent God would be entirely capable and willing to put a great church, the right church for me right now, right around the corner. So I’m going there. I’m taking that plunge. I’m meeting with that pastor and explaining just a mere slice of the screwed-up religious background that I’m bringing with me. So there. Take that, little voice in my head.

Social Sarah & Such
I volunteered at the Museum again last week and it went swimmingly. I assisted with the Museum scrapbook project, which was right up my alley. Basically, I read scads of newspapers, found references to the Museum or Museum-sponsored events, cut them out, and scrapbooked them. It was Arts & Crafts… geez, who WOULDN’T like Arts & Crafts?!?  So I’m now on their regular volunteer schedule, and I’m ok with that. Yay for Social Sarah.

Also signed up for the 12-week New Member Orientation at the YMCA, followed by an hour on the elliptical machine today. I know, jump back! I literally almost puked when I got off that sucker, but felt extremely proud of myself… so I guess it’s worth the potential pukeage, right?

Oh, and if all that socialness wasn’t enough, I also suggested and am truly looking forward to a Trivia Night with friends at the local Irish pub in the next week or so. A big fat WOOHOO for Irish beer and impossibly hard trivia questions… what could more fun?! :)

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Hello, World

February 11, 2009 at 10:42 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged ,

Let the Chronicles of Social Sarah continue…

Arose yesterday morning after a night jam-packed with good times.  Ron, my former boss, was the headliner of my dreams – I had actually somehow forgotten just how terrifying he could be – how his hooded eyes could look at me and I would just curl up under my desk in fetal position. The entire night was a montage of job-related angst… Who knew that three hrs as a museum volunteer could bring up so much repressed distress? I tell you, it takes talent to be this dramatic even in my sleep.

Had coffee and oatmeal, then headed off to serve my community for three hours. I’ve been out of the world for eight months, but can I just say that some things are EXACTLY the same? There’s the patronizing know-it-all who overwhelms you with information that makes even the easiest of tasks seem paralyzing (we’re talking manning, or womanning, the front desk – seriously, how do you make that scary?). And there’s the “ally” – the one who rolls her eyes just slightly while the know-it-all is expounding, then makes some sort of disparaging comment as soon as we’re alone. The ally was nice – she gave me a tour, asked for my resume, and seemed genuinely pleased that I existed.

Three hours of front desk management then began. Precisely 15 people came through in 3 hrs – 2 little old ladies in need of free entertainment, 3 business men for a meeting, and 10 residents of the local psychiatric hospital. At 1pm, I was relieved by the next volunteer, a pushy old woman named Greeta (pronounced “greet – ah”). She demanded to know my name, frowned at my last name and demanded I spell it. I complied and she said “Never heard of that one” and sniffed. I explained that it’s more common in Pennsylvania, where my husband’s family from and she said “Oh, so it’s a Yankee name… seems like no Southern people even live in the South anymore.”  And yes, I found myself participating in this ridiculous conversation by explaining that my husband and I were both born and bred within 15 miles of that very spot… because I needed to defend my Southern-ness to this old bat? Nothing like encouraging her…

As I left, I received a text from Jennifer, warning me that Daddy was heading toward my house, in case I was wearing Non-PAC. That’s sister shorthand for “non parental-approved clothing”…. aka pants. And yes, I was wearing devil britches, thus making it impossible for me to go home and encounter my father. Yes, I’m 31 yrs old and still hiding from my father when wearing pants. So I headed downtown to distribute a few more resumes. Covered a wide array of Anderson businesses… first, a little shop, the kind that crammed with an incredible amount of trinkets and baubles and really smelly candles. Denied. Second, a floral shop. Denied. Third, a law firm with plushy chairs. Denied. Fourth, a jewelry store… and I confess, I walked in, saw the sparkling cases and the plastic smiles of the girls greeting me and tucked my resume safely in my purse and scampered away. My four months at a jewelry store in Charlotte scarred me for life. Fifth and finally, I headed to the library. Annnnd, that would be a big fat Denied.

Headed home, which was now father-free, put on my pajamas and soothed my soul with a bowl of cream cheese frosting. Have I mentioned that I love my house? It’s warm and clean (at the moment) and free of strange people and doesn’t deny me anything (including cream cheese frosting, which isn’t necessarily a good thing). So today, Social Sarah is staying safely in her house until her self-esteem has recovered from the rapid-fire rejections and exposure to the outside world, and she’s going to stencil her bedroom wall with a victorian damask design in light champagne. Still jobless, but my bedroom’s going to be delightful! :)

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January 30, 2009 at 11:12 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , , , ,

I’ve been an utter blob for two days now. Car’s still in the shop (hey, $600 worth of repairs takes a while, apparently) so I’ve been somewhat stranded. Of course, there’s always cleaning the house or doing laundry, neither of which require a car, but I choose to use my car-less state as an excuse.

I need to call my grandmother. I can feel the mad vibe coming at me (us) all the way from Virginia, and I know that I need to just suck it up and dial the number already. Don’t wanna. She’s going to want to talk about evil cousin’s baby, and I don’t want to.

I told myself that I can’t get pregnant again until I meet my goal weight. I don’t want to have any obvious reason to blame myself if I have another miscarriage… I’m sure I’ll be able to come up with some other reason, but being overweight shouldn’t be one of them. I’ve been dedicatedly taking my vitamins every night — a regimen of prenatal, low-dose aspirin, B6, B12, folic acid, and zoloft (not a vitamin, but crucially important nonetheless). I think I may be purposefully delaying getting pregnant again. Moving on.

Daddy just called me and told me that Bobby and I need to have life insurance. He expounded on how great his life insurance company is, and how they’re “low pressure,” and we should have them come to our house (not), and how he just took out a $65k policy on Sue for only $15 per month. Well, yeah, she’s a completely healthy 21-yr-old… why WOULD a life insurance policy for her be expensive?!? And is it just me, or is taking a $65k policy out on your youngest daughter just kinda morbid?

And speaking of Sue… she’s been sharing her education with me here lately. Just this week, I’ve proofread an analysis of Than Shwe’s dictatorship of Berma and an explication of Trent Reznor’s personal grief as seen through his song “The Day The World Went Away.” Gonna be a long four years, people.

I live within a mile of a small, lovely, very expensive private college. Last week, an 18-yr-old student was abducted and raped while walking from the student parking lot. The entire town (especially the ones on this side) flew into a tizzy, talking about neighborhood safety, police presence, crime activity, etc. In online comments, my neighborhood was even referred to as a “crack den.” Two days later, the girl retracted her claim and said that she made it all up. Nice, huh? So now she’s been charged with making a false police report, and she’s in jail because her parents haven’t posted her bail. They send her to a $30k/year school, yet they’re going to leave her sitting in jail? I have mixed feelings about this… yes, I’m angry that she would tell such a horrible lie because it makes it exponentially more difficult for REAL victims. But I also wonder what’s beneath the surface? What’s going on in this girl’s life that would make her do this? In true stalker fashion, I found her on Facebook… am I a sucker because I feel sorry for her?

But then there’s this woman who claimed she had breast cancer. She took it to ridiculous extremes — shaved her head, pretended to go to treatments, took advantage of the charity and goodwill of everyone she knew. And it was all a sham… she had actually already pretended the same thing in another town, at another school. And this story made me VERY angry and I don’t feel even an ounce of sympathy for her on any level. Why do I feel sympathy for the student and not for the woman? Is it because of their ages?… the girl’s only 18, so maybe I can excuse her behaviour as (extremely) bad judgment or a misguided cry for help. Or maybe it’s because I’ve experienced breast cancer firsthand, and the idea of someone PRETENDING to go through what thousands of women endure daily is just revolting. But if I were a rape victim, would I feel the same way about the girl? I don’t even know why I’m thinking about this.

Ok, I’ll conclude my brain dump at this time. The end.

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“The Protector” meets “The Scientist”

November 22, 2008 at 10:09 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , ,

I’m a dork. I get excited when our bank statement comes. I love – really, truly love – balancing our checkbook. It’s just such a sense of accomplishment when it balances to the penny on the first try. I’m a dork. I admit it.

I’m also (I stick that “also” in here as though these two subjects are somehow related) quite fond of Chick-Fil-A’s Peppermint Chocolate Chip holiday milkshake. It has a bit of crunch that’s mucho tasty. Sue and I made as special trip for shakes this afternoon. Umm-umm-good.

Sue’s thinking about starting a photo blog when she moves to Charleston… kind of a conglomeration of Lessie’s Anderson Daily Photo (love it!) and a style-watcher blog, such as Face Hunter. I think she’ll be fabulous at it… she has an eye for high fashion, angles, and real-life details. I love some of the stuff she did during her California stint – manages to be abstract and simple all at once.

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My (new) neighbor brought a box of produce over today, bulging with beautiful zucchini, eggplant, bell peppers, & squash. I’m feeling extremely contrite for yesterday’s uncharitable remarks and plan to take his family a loaf of Amish Friendship Bread (assuming that it doesn’t taste like butt). My lack of empathy is sometimes appalling, even to myself. I think that I felt guilty yesterday when the neighbor-man asked to rake my leaves because I told him “no” – and feeling guilty makes me feel angry & defensive, so I spewed at him (well, not at him literally, just into the blogosphere). I felt guilty when I only had $2 for the guy before him who asked to rake the leaves, and when I said “no,” asked for money. Is it possible to be a nice person while still saying “no”?

And what, exactly, is the difference between feeling SYMPATHY and EMPATHY? I know there’s a difference, although they’re listed as synonyms by thesaurus.com. After looking up several definitions, the common word that keeps jumping out in the definition for empathy is “intellectual.”

Empathy – the intellectual identification with the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another; the capacity of a person to understand another’s point of view

Sympathy, on the other hand, is about feelings, an emotional (rather than just intellectual) understanding of the plight of another.

Sympathy – the power of sharing the feelings of another, especially in sorrow or trouble; fellow feeling, compassion, or commiseration

Ok, so according to these definitions, it’s VERY possible to be empathetic and still not give money to the people knocking on my door. But it’s not quite so easy to be sympathetic and not give money. Right?

This whole stream-of-consciousness actually fits perfectly with some reading I did today. I know I’ve run this Myers-Briggs thing into the ground, but it’s still percolating away in my brain, so here I go again.

I made Bobby and Sue take it today, and they’re freakin’ identical twins. I knew they were a lotlotlot alike, but had no idea how much – even their percentages were almost the same. They’re both ENFP’s – “The Inspirer.” So on personalitypage.com, there’s a relationship tab for each of the 16 profiles, where it tells about your relational strengths/weaknesses and which M-B type is your “natural match.” So I, being the anal nit-picker I am, decided to take the M-B test yet again to see what my percentages were (didn’t take note the first time I did it).

And…. guess what. I’m still INFJ (“The Protector”), but I’m only 1% “feeling.” So just for fun (yes, I actually do think taking the Myers-Briggs and balancing my checkbook is fun. I’m a self-proclaimed freak), I went back and changed a few of the questions that I was really torn on…. and yep, my type changed to INTJ (“The Scientist”). And let me tell you, there’s a BIG difference between the protector and the scientist. I go from being “gentle, caring, & genuinely warm” to “aloof, reserved, & not overly demonstrative,” with an occasional dose of “arrogant & elitist” thrown in. Well now.

So about my neighbor. Going forward, I’m going to strive to be “The Protector” and I’m not going to judge him for his leaf-raking entrepeurial efforts. I will share my driveway gracefully and maybe make a Christmas pie or some such thing. As for all the other would-be leaf-rakers who follow up with “well, can I just have some money?”, I’m sic-ing “The Scientist” on them. Watch it, dudes, don’t make me go scientific on you. Cuz I can and I will.

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A rant… just a little one, promise

November 21, 2008 at 3:46 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , ,

I’m back. Thanks for all the comments about the Beaufort pics… wish I were still there. Sigh. And thanks for sharing your Myers-Briggs types – reading about your personality quirks has been great fun! So does anybody else think it’s probably not a coincidence that almost every person who shared was an “I” (introverted) rather than “E” (extroverted)? Hmmm.

Tuesday’s night dinner went well – I drank an inordinate amount of wine, but everyone else did too, so I guess we were all being loud and obnoxious together. Always good times, right? :)

So the next few paragraphs are going to be ranty, pissy, and just generally ugly. I’m still working through it. Don’t judge me, k?

When we got home Wed night, we discovered that we apparently have new neighbors. There’s a house that’s been for sale right next to us since before we moved in… and we’ve gotten very used to it being empty because our two houses share a *very* small driveway. Dunno who planned the driveway layout, but it sucks. We didn’t have to worry about it though… until now.

I can feel myself being really bitchy and uncharitable toward my new neighbors… I just haven’t quite adjusted yet. And yes, the shared driveway is annoying, but we knew that when we moved in, so we’re just going to figure out how to make it work. But since the house wasn’t selling, the owner decided to rent. Now before all you renters out there get sassy with me, please understand that I WAS a renter. There’s nothing wrong with being a renter. BUT – and here’s the big but – this isn’t an apartment complex. There are certain expectations when you live in an apartment complex, and then there are certain expectations when you live on a quiet, residential street. And I’m having a bit of a hard time adjusting to my neighbors. There are cars pulling in and out of the driveway every evening and into the night, random doors slamming, and just a general sense of uproar. So ok, maybe it’s because they’re still moving in.

But THEN yesterday, the dad (there’s a dad, mom & teenage girl who I haven’t seen) came over and asked if he could rake our leaves for money because they need “extra cash for, you know, moving in.” No. NONONONONO. I’m sick of people knocking on my door asking me for money. He’s the 5th – that’s right, FIFTH – person in the last two weeks to knock on the door and ask to rake our leaves/cut our grass/trim our shrubs/clean off our roof/whatever for money. And when I say “no thank you, my husband and I actually do our own yard work,” they say “well, can I just have some money then?” AAAAAARGGGGGHHH. It’s bad enough that I’m being solicited by random passers-by, but my NEIGHBOR?!? Come on, dude, get some pride. Good god. And just in general, I get creeped out when I’m cleaning house or whatever, and glance up, and there’s a random guy staring through the glass door. I told Bobby that I’m going to buy a “No Soliciting” sign and put it up in our front yard.

Ugh. See, told you that I was getting ready to get really uncharitable and evil. I really am trying to overcome my issues. I’m trying. I really am. Although that’s probably difficult to believe after reading this post.

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Happy Boo Day!

October 31, 2008 at 2:23 pm · Filed under weight loss ·Tagged , , , , , ,

Just wanted to add a few more WW recipes we’ve tried this week. I’ve been doing better… as Susanna said, she “hasn’t even had to mix things together” to make them edible!

We’ve tried turkey enchilada pie. Tip: it works MUCH better if you don’t forget to put the tortillas in it. Also, we’ve had chicken & dumplings (no, they don’t taste like Grandma’s but they’re still tasty), and chicken teriyaki with broccoli. I’ve been avoiding anything with eggplant – I’m sure it might be good if done correctly, but our first experience made me a little reluctant to give it another go.

But with all this healthy eating, I’m positive that I haven’t lost an ounce this week. It’s annoying. Guess I’m going to have start exercising. Yippee. Not really.

Got a call this morning that made my day. Deb & Flo from Bobby’s company called to let me know that they liked the newsletter that I’ve been working on for VIEW. It’s the first time I’ve attempted document layout since my grad school days…. soooo, since 2003. And they like it! It made me feel really good – like, ok, I guess maybe I’m still decent at this stuff after all. This week has kinda stunk, so it was an up-note to end on.

And about Halloween. Our family didn’t acknowledge it when I was growing up – you know, us being crazy-religious and it being all about ghouls & witches & such. So I never felt any sort of attachment to it. I’m not opposed, necessarily – just not into it. There are a few houses along our street who are taking their Halloween VERY seriously… fully decked out with giant spiders and witches and cobwebs draped off their front porch. Us, not so much. We have a pumpkin & Chester the Scarecrow (his name is compliments of Jennifer), but they’re more of a nod to fall. Sue, on the other hand, loves it… my parents had stopped parenting by the time Sue reached puberty, so she’s never fully grasped the “evilness” of it. Take tonight, for example – she’s dressing up as a Playboy Bunny and going to downtown Clemson to get drunk. Good times, right?

However, as I grow older, I’m starting to understand the allure. For example, Tom (Jen’s husband) LOVES Halloween. Like loves it with a vengeance. He grew up fully embracing jack-o-lanterns, costumes, trick-or-tricking, and all things Halloween-related. His excitement is contagious… So tonight, we’re feeding trick-or-treaters, then going to haunted houses and maybe even a scary movie. Yeah, look at me celebrating Halloween!

So a very Happy Halloween to all you folks out there! :)

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Pumpkin Picking

October 29, 2008 at 4:21 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , ,

Monday night, we went to buy our pumpkins, then went back to Jen & Tom’s for pumpkin pie & “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.”

Pictured left: The sisters three painted noses & whiskers on our faces to show Maggie how much fun it was. Yeah, she wasn’t convinced… so the little lion is the only one DOESN’T have a “lion face.”

Pictured right: Say hello to the ugliest pumpkin EVER. We painted our pumpkins instead of carving (well, except for Tom) and Bobby decided to use his pumpkin’s stem as the nose. Notice the tonsils and mustache…. admit it, you’ve never seen a pumpkin quite as hideous as this one. And look, he’s so proud!

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Fun times on the farm

October 27, 2008 at 2:08 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , , ,

Yesterday we went to Denver Downs, a local farm that does a festival every fall. This is the first time we’ve ever gone… they have a complete spread, complete with corn maze, petting zoo and funnel cakes.

Here’s a photo tour:


1: Maggie’s outfit was a screaming success (literally), including a headband, pink tutu, & jammin’ shades.
2: Goats in the sky – they climbed up on this little platform, and Bobby sent food up to them using a nifty little pulley system. Odd, but entertaining (for us & the goats, I would imagine).
3: The Maggie & me
4: Tom & Maggie in the “cornbox”… like a sandbox, except there was corn kernels instead of sand.


1: A train of cow-spotted cars… Bobby escorted Maggie (who was VERY happy, can’t you tell?) in a little car named “Lulu Belle.”
2: Our funnel cake in the making
3: Into the corn maze we go…. that sucker was 12 ACRES!!


1: Maggie Angel in the pumpkin patch
2: The man, the child, & the goat… admit it, it’s a little bit epic.
3: Table dancing
4: They both have powdered sugared mouths… wonder what they’ve been eating?


1: The whole shebang… the goat climb, the corn maze, and far away atop the hill, the hay ride
2: Good to the last drop – Bobby & Jennifer cleaning their plates
3: Snoozing on the way home, still clutching her balloon

*Just a note: If you like Maggie’s tutu, and know a little girl who might love to have one, check out Sara Rose Tutus… you can get any color, any size, any tutu your little heart desires! :)

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Maggie, Bobby, & the Ice Cream Truck

October 25, 2008 at 3:52 pm · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged , , , ,

One afternoon this past week, I headed to Jennifer’s to get assistance with a sewing project. I was greeted by this little welcoming committee… Check out her accessories – sunglasses, cell phone (in the front pocket of her overalls), and a paintbrush. What more does a girl need, I ask you?


She really is the cutest little bugger I’ve come across in a while… I know, I know, I’m biased :)

And this morning at our house, my husband the overgrown child went racing out the door and chased down the ice cream truck. I ran for my camera, giggling all the way. And if you click on the picture, you can see the truck driver – he was dressed in all camouflage. Only in the South…

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